suspicious like an empty table
and i don't mean empty
you intangibly relate
that lawn
those lawns
all grouting for concrete car slabs
where literacy romps and falls
all about the quotidian scenery
just like all plastic lead me
blinking
straining further to see between tines
there is something here
about living while not living
it's here, where lack reveals nothing
of the things
and the kinds of things
you approach
while approaching
but i suppose it got a reaction